Okay I know a lot of people have questions. I kind of expected it. So what I will explain is that there is a twist at the end and that Olivia is the only one who remembers Camp Half-Blood.

Disclaimer: I own Olivia.

Tomorrow is interview day. Great.

Mercury wakes me up and I stomp down to eat breakfast. Cordera is already there, waiting to discuss today's schedule. I'm to go with Mercury to learn proper behavior. Then Cordera is going to help me find an angle to work with.

"Okay dear now sit up straight. Head held high. Lower now. Okay like this." Mercury said, putting my head in place for me. I growled at him.

"Perfect, now why the scowl? Let's smile." He flashed me a huge smile.

I scowled even more.

"Okay now smile. Act pleasant."

'Okay the quicker I do this than the quicker I can get it I over with.' I smiled my most appealing smile.

"Beautiful! Now cross your legs. Not at the knees! At the ankles, dear."

"Urgh! I can't do this! I'm going to die anyway so why bother?"

"Well there's a chance that you'll win and bring honor and glory to your district."

"You all are idiots! Do you know what it's like there? We're poor! Most if us barely have any food! Some go to work in the dark and don't come home until the dead of night! They never see the sun! They're starving while you are puking up your half-digested food to eat more! I hate you all!"

Woah. Where did I get all of that?

"Olivia calm down. Now just do what I say. Sit down and sit up straight."

We went over that for the next four hours. I was prepared to stab myself. After getting a bite to eat, I went with Cordera to discuss an angle.

"Olivia, I'm going to ask some questions and you're going to answer them. First, what is your home like?"

I sigh and answer the questions trying hard to keep them a sentence long. After a while, Cordera stops.

"Okay Olivia, you have to give a little personal information. You're a stick by what you're answering. Now make them longer. Try acting sweet."

"Sounds great Cordera." Cordera started on a whole new round of questions.

"Olivia Collins!"

I walk on stage, wearing a silver dress and silver heels. The dress was to my knees so I didn't have to worry about it. My hair was slightly curled and hung freely around my face. My interviewer, Julius Kingsley, sat in a black chair, wearing all orange.

"Hello Olivia, how are you today?"

"I'm fine, Julius, and I must say you look great today."

"Well thank you. You don't look so bad yourself."

"Well thank you. Alvin is such a talented designer. Doesn't this dress look like the color of wire?"

"Yes, it does. Now what do you like about the Capitol?"

"Well Julius, I love all the kind people here. They're much more friendly than the wires and cables I work with."

"Ha ha, is that so? Now what about your score, a seven. You must have some skills."

"Well I don't like to brag, Julius. Bragging hasn't ever been my skill. But I would like to say that my opponents need to watch out for me. But they probably can't catch me. I'm faster and stronger than I look." I smirked.

"Well I wouldn't overlook you, Olivia. So what about your time here?"

"Everything here is amazing. The food, the music, the people are all inspirational. I always loved music even though I can't sing."

"Well the sound is always pleasing. So what does it mean to you to win the Hunger Games?"

"Well I don't have much back home as I was a Community orphan but I want to bring honor and glory to District Three."

" Is that so? Well I hope you do well in the arena. That's all for Olivia, folks. Say goodbye Olivia."

"Goodbye you all and I'll see you in the arena!"

'Tomorrow. Oh gods it's tomorrow.' I think as Connor starts his interview. I have to kill all these people tomorrow.

Di immortals.

Okay so next is the arena. Also should I start a blog? I'm thinking about it. Also, I have a FictionPress account under the same name! So check me out over there.